Is Santa obligated to uphold the mistletoe tradition? Is it Christmas spirit law? Like if I place a mistletoe under the chimney and sleep underneath it, will he Snow White me? Does he need consent to kiss me? Or can he read my mind and deduce I wanted this? Is this preying on his inability to deny mistletoe kisses? I don't wanna force him to do anything he wouldn't wanna do
Your lungs burn for cool, fresh air. Your body shakes from running, dodging and finally hiding. The pro hero is working you to exhaustion. That little cat burglar job you did went wrong. All wrong. You know someone ratted you to the one pro hero you never wanted to meet on a good day.
•The underground hero Eraserhead.
A shudder crawls down your spine along with the sweat running. So you stay low in your hiding spot on the streets. Your fingers are fishing out a power bar but it gets stuck in your parched throat.
•You don't have anything to drink.
This is now a problem. You will have to leave your possible hiding spot to fend Eraserhead off. Your good fortune is a convenience store with a broken camera and yen in your pocket. You might just make out alive.
•Dark rumor days Aizawa is yandere in nature.
You and he have developed a far off 'villain-hero" connection. He has never quite got to a location to apprehend you on the street. You have good friends in low places such as Dabi and Shigaraki along with the best attorney money can buy . You can't begin to imagine who squealed on your job location.
•It's all a test on your loyalty to Tomura.
You quickly rise from your hiding spot then blend with the crowd best you can. Your clothes aren't flashy, just functional for prowling on illegal jobs. The item you stole isn't really worth anything. It's just memorabilia. Or so you thought by how poor the security system was.
•It was a gift from All Might to someone.
Your eyes look for Shouta Aizawa's lean body dressed in a black jumpsuit, yellow goggles around his head. He is just waiting to pull down and cover those bloodshot, tired eyes. To rob you of your quirk. The joke is on him.
•You don't have one.
You reach the dingy rip and zip, to find fruit infused water and a candy bar to recharge yourself quicker. The cashier greets you pleasantly as he has seen you many times in the store. After simple pleasantries with an exchange of cash goes well except the person behind you,bumps your arm. Your change scatters to the floor and a pair of black lug sole boots.
Now, long calloused fingers reach for yours as you try to gather the change up. Your eyes get large as saucers as you can't not notice it's Eraserhead. Does he recognize you?
•You hope not.
"Kitten, quite clumsy of you,"he states arrogantly. "Here let me give you a hand with the money."
Aizawa slips a quirk canceling cuff on your wrist. He smirks at you so you give a bold face grin at him. His eyebrow raised over the scarred eye. What do you know, he doesn't?
"Eraser got to have a quirk in the first," you laugh in his face.
With a martial strike, maneuver and dodge you are free then clear of Shouta Aizawa. You sprint from the store, across the sidewalk and disappear. Eraserhead doesn't seem that tough after all.
•It was a logical ruse on his part.
With a smile and glint in your (e/c), you see your motor scooter right where you left it. But your smile fades to a frown suddenly. The front tire is flat to the ground. It looks like an extremely sharp utility knife has punctured the tire. With a frustrated sigh, you turn around to find Eraserhead has you cornered this time. He has you squarely trapped.
"It seems I have cornered a stray kitty," Aizawa purrs with insinuation. "Come along kitten. Don't make it worse for yourself."
You hold out your wrists but not before spinning the quirk stopping bracket. You smirk,"I surrender to your custody. One call to my lawyer and I will be free back on the streets."
Eraser sends his capture weapon out to secure your hands and body. With a powerful yank, you end up hitting his lean muscular body and strong arms wrap around you. His lips hover dangerously close to your left ear.
"Bad kitty," he hissed as his dark eyes blew out with lust. "Who said anything about the police.."
Im pretty sure i have a mixture of a cold and hayfever going on and its not fun... WHY MUST I ALWAYS GET COLDS IN THE SUMMER! NO. GO AWAY. I FEEL HORRID.
